she turns off the lights
she turns me on
irony right
though she was a beauty even without light

marriage cert on the table
us and bed
us till the end
we did swear with a raised bible

night is still young
but my instincts reminds me-i owned her now,she owned me either
says one salah as I check bend hinges
will say sorry to them tomorrow

lemme throw my phone away
coz here she comes
her curvy and bossomic ****
saying this and that

bye 👋 she will be my death